And you thought the feather stuff was weird? Blame this one on Admiral Trouser for putting the idea of a cross-over story in my head, though where everything after the Racoon comes from I’ve got no idea.
Steve
*******
Bonnie wandered into the bedroom and looked around, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand as she tried to adjust to the silence surrounding her. Gabe was, for once, out of town without her doing some training for a new account his business had won and the flat seemed very empty without him. Still, she thought, there were perks to the situation, in this case being able to finally try the recipe she’d found on the web for something called Klatchian Coffee. Certainly if Gabe had been around he’d have objected to making something thick enough to run a fifty fifty chance of wrecking the machine, though she had to admit as she looked at the liquid lurking in her mug, he might have had a point. Maybe a mix of ten spoons Hot Lava Java, a couple of spoons of Espresso, five ground Pro-Plus and enough water to make two cups wasn’t the best idea in the world. Oh well, she’d made it, might as well drink it.
She sat down in front of the computer and fired up one of two documents Gabe had left for her to read through and critique. As usual she found herself lost in the tale, both as an editor and as a very interested spectator. After all, Gabe did have a tendency to write his own fantasies into these things and they’d brought more than one of them to life before now. So engrossed was she that it took a good fifteen minutes before she remembered the coffee that had now cooled to a barely-drinkable level. Without thinking she took a big gulp of the liquid and swallowed before the full effect hit home.
For an instant she’d have sworn she could see through time, certainly she didn’t remember the walls being on the ceiling. The massive caffeine rush hit her system like a sledgehammer, and for the first few seconds she’d thought her heartbeat hit quadruple figures. Her hand jerked up and the cup flew out of her grip, dumping the rest of the coffee onto Gabes’ mascot, a ten-inch high stuffed Cthulhu plush toy sitting just to the side of his computer. Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut, wondering what she was going to have to do in order to come down from the massive buzz currently shooting through her, when all of a sudden it simply vanished. The energy seemed to flow out of her and she was left exhausted, sitting limply in the chair as sweat poured down her face. Gasping she struggled upright, turned and with a last effort managed to half dive and half fall onto the duvet, lying face up on top of it as her eyes drifted shut, totally unable to resist her body’s demand to just shut down. As she drifted off she heard an odd sound on the very edge of consciousness, something that sounded for all the world like someone trying to get at the very last bits of a milkshake through a very thin straw.
For several minutes nothing happened save Bonnies’ breathing settling into a more relaxed pattern as her body started to cope with the huge dose of caffeine it had just received. Then a strange green light started to spread through the room, brightening slightly as it seemed to concentrate on the stuffed Cthulhu still sitting on the desk. A sigh passed through the room, the light vanished and in the darkness Cthulhu rose to his feet.
Slowly the plush Great Old One started to shuffle his way forward, webbed feet slapping against the wooden desk like wet velvet. Reaching the edge of the desk he paused for a moment, stretching his green wings wide before dropping to the carpeted floor below. After only a single bounce the thing moved forward once more, grasping and pulling his way first to the bed, then up the side of the duvet. Finally he stood alongside the sleeping woman’s right foot, gazing in all his ten-inch glory at the tasty offering that lay before him. Yet something was different, his normally raging hunger was absent and his natural reaction to eat her head was muted. Instead he found himself consumed by a new craving, the desire to torment his new found prey.
The green glow formed once more, reaching down now for Bonnies’ sleeping form, spreading around her limbs like an otherworldly blanket. She felt it fall over her and sighed, enjoying the warmth as it flowed down her body. As it pulled tight over her it moved her limbs out until she was spread-eagled on the bed, then with a ripple her jogging bottoms and t-shirt disappeared, leaving her naked under the glow. Gradually her eyes opened and she saw the mystical energy surrounding her, and standing proudly between her feet what appeared to be an orange-eyed squid god crossed with a care bear. Her mind was swimming and while she knew intellectually she should feel terrified, somehow she just couldn’t bring herself to worry, content instead merely to watch and experience whatever was going to happen.
Cthulhu scrambled up his victims right leg, hands and feet fighting for purchase as he slipped and skidded on the green energy blanket holding her in place. Finally he came before her, his wings brushing against her breasts as he stared into her eyes and was surprised at the lack of fear, terror and madness he saw there. Even though he had no mouth to speak, Bonnie suddenly heard words bouncing through her head.
“Why do you not fear me mortal?” The voice was like James Earl Jones after his dog had been run over by a steamroller while being carried by his first-born son.
“Why would I fear such a cute little critter as you?” She asked in return, laughing at the sheer insanity of the situation.
“I am the High Priest of The Great Old Ones, who’s coming foretells the end of the world! When you woke me from my slumber it signalled the onset of worldwide madness and violence before the final displacing of humanity!”
“Nah, can’t be, you’re too small and cute and cuddly to bring Armageddon.”
Cthulhu paused, wondering where exactly things had deviated from the script. As he searched for a reply, Bonnie spoke again.
“Besides, if you’re Cthulhu, why are you talking to me instead of eating my head, that’s what you’re meant to do right?”
“Yes! I mean, yes that is your eventual fate.” Cthulhu replied, relieved to be back on familiar ground and sensing an opportunity to regain control of the conversation. “But you shall suffer greatly before the end, for you shall beg for my mercy and the blessed relief of oblivion!”
“Cthulhu, dude, I don’t know how to break this to you, but you’re a stuffed toy. Hundreds of thousands of geeks the world over consider you a good source of comedic material, little children cuddle mini-Cthulhu’s at night, there’s even a campaign to elect you president. A vision of terrifying apocalyptical doom you’re not.”
“We shall see mortal! See, even now the thing you have most recently feared springs forth from the darkness to claim you!” Cthulhu proclaimed, waving a plush hand into the shadows having plucked the last image of fear from her mind and brought it into being. There was a pattering in the darkness and a grey mass passed over the floor, up the bed, and ended standing on all four paws besides Cthulhu.
“Ricky!” Bonnie cried, a mix of joy and worry in her voice now.
“Ricky?” Cthulhu asked, turning to face the racoon glove puppet now shuffling anxiously alongside him. “Ricky?! What sort of name is that for an instrument of my wrath?”
Ricky, lacking Cthulhu’s great and terrible powers, simply shrugged, turning away slightly and giving the general impression of being ashamed of the unavoidably cute name.
“Alright, fine, Ricky it is. It’s not your fault, these humans have always been far too sentimental.” Cthulhu groused, stalking over Bonnies’ chest and sending little ticklish flashes through her as his feet sank through the green energy blanket and scuffed against her naked skin. “Besides, your name wasn’t why I called you forth, you know what you must do.”
Ricky nodded eagerly, turned and took a single step forward. Then he paused, put his nose down until it was practically touching the body he was standing on, thought for a moment, turned back and shook his head at Cthulhu.
“Oh for Hastur’s sake!” Cthulhu swore, his wings arching back in frustration. “Sleeping in R’lyeh was so much easier than this.” Ricky cowered back, his furry body shaking at his masters’ wrath. As he did so his tail dropped over Bonnies’ side and tucked itself into her armpit. As he shook so too did his tail and suddenly the ground on which he stood trembled under his paws, a high pitched musical ringing reaching his ears and suddenly his previous playtime with this particular friend came rushing back.
Cthulhu saw the dawning comprehension in his minions’ eyes. “Right, good, finally you’ve got it. If she does not fear me, if the very sight of my form does not drive her into insanity, then we will simply have to invent new ways of inducing madness. Now get on with it!”
Ricky jumped in excitement, turned and started to snuffle his way down her body, eager to explore below his friends’ waist this time, remembering the fun his previous journey had been. Suddenly, from a set of drawers facing the bed a brilliant blue light shone bright in the dark room and a drawer slammed open. The light shone brighter and what looked like the top of a long, thin box popped out. The light coalesced into a single beam and into the middle of that beam rose a long, curved black feather. It hung in the air; the light gathering around it until it was wreathed in blue flame, then turned, pointed at Ricky and darted forward.
Ricky watched, curious about the strange object moving towards him. It jabbed forward, striking him under the nose, worming its way under his belly and running up and down against his fur. Startled he jumped back, paws scrambling for purchase on her stomach, a fight that wasn’t helped any by the giggling his motions caused and the rapid movement of the body that accompanied them. Again the feather darted forward, sliding down his side and he rolled over to his left to get away, the laughter in the air getting louder as his fur pressed against the smooth flesh below him.
The feather hung in the air, seemingly watching him as if planning it’s next move. Then, without warning, it moved forward, flicking out as if to dart under his nose again, changing direction at the last second to slide down his back. He back-pedalled furiously, his paws slipping and sliding as first his hind then his front paws slid into and out of her belly button. The laughter changed to a high-pitched howl with each touch, before settling down to a loud, urgent giggle. Ricky stood still, his eyes tracking the feather as it darted back and forth before him, feinting and retreating every time he tried to make a move toward it.
Annoyed now, Ricky took a step backwards and pulled himself up onto his hind paws. A moan of pure joy reached his ears and he couldn’t help but glance back to see his tail resting flat between her legs. In that moment of distraction the feather darted forward, intending to strike at Ricky’s’ now vulnerable belly. Just in time he dragged his attention back to his opponent and batted it away with his front paws. The feather circled, coming in again and once more he batted it away. The blue aura around the feather rippled as if angry and it circled above him, staying high enough to avoid the fury paws as he twisted and turned to keep it in view. All the while every movement of Rickys’ furry little body was accompanied by an almost primal sound from beneath him as Bonnie lay trapped between the need to laugh and the pleasure tearing through her body.
Suddenly the feather stopped dead, hanging in the air about a metre above her belly button, then lunged forward, aiming for the very tip of Ricky’s head. With a mighty effort Ricky jumped into the air, twisting as he went. For Bonnie time seemed to slow, the feather moving at barely a tenth its previous speed as Ricky seemed to move normally, turning in mid air, his tail following behind with a grace of movement she’d never thought possible. At the very top of his jump Ricky was upside down, his nose pointed at her hips as his mouth closed around the feather. Instantly the feather tried to jerk up and away but Ricky held on to land with a soft thump across her hips, his nose between her thighs as the feather started to jerk and twist in its bid for freedom, its edges raking along her skin and core, setting her on fire. Bonnie felt her mind start to slip away from her, even through the fuzzy cloud that seemed to wrap around her thoughts she realised she was in danger of loosing her sanity if this kept up, the sensations were simply overwhelming and she simply didn’t know whether to cry enough or beg for more.
Her attention was caught by a tremendous clatter from the rack of CD’s under the computer desk. One of the cases shuddered with tremendous force and there was a splintering sound as the wooden rack disintegrated. The CD that had shuddered landed on the ground and was instantly surrounded by the same blue glow that covered the feather. The case seemed to buckle, stretching upwards like something out of a Terminator film, as a human form seemed to grow out of the plastic. Up and up it reached until it stood a little over five foot tall. There was a ripple of colour and with a shudder the thing started to move as Bonnie stared in shock at the white-clothed form of Britney Spears.
Britney reached down and, in one quick motion plucked Ricky from the tormented girls’ skin. Bonnie felt a shudder pass through her at the loss, though that was quickly replaced by relief as her body finally started to calm down. Britney quickly pulled the feather from Rickys’ grasp and threw the helpless creature into the darkness. There was a muffled thud from the general direction she’d tossed him and a distant pattering of feet echoing into eternity. Smiling, Britney walked round to Bonnies’ side, leant down and gently brushed her sweat-soaked hair back from the poor girl’s face, soft lips touching her forehead in a kiss that seemed to send renewed strength through her as Bonnie felt her spirits soar.
The reprieve was interrupted by a deep, booming chuckle that Bonnie would have sworn was impossible from such a short (and cute) creature.
“This… this is the best you can come up with as a saviour?” Cthulhu mocked from his perch on Bonnies’ chest. “Of all the creatures in creation you pick a talentless attention-seeker with a brain the size of a walnut? I think we can do a little better than that…”
A bolt of green light flew from the fin on Cthulhu’s back to strike one of the dozen’s of CD cases left lying after the destruction of the rack. Moving far faster than the initial shape had formed, a second figure rose into being. The same ripple of colour followed and there, dressed in black and with a smile on her face that had little to do with humour but that seemed to shoot through Bonnies’ system like lightning, was Amy Lee.
Britney snarled and dove forward, one hand still gripping the feather, the other aimed straight for the newcomers throat. Moving with almost ethereal grace Amy simply sidestepped the charging woman, deftly plucking the feather from her hand as she did so. Bringing the feather up she twisted it smoothly into her long dark hair, turned and met Britney’s next charge head on. One hand grabbed the outstretched wrist; the other came up to lock under her shoulder as Amy twisted to place her body in Britney’s path. With one swift move the blonde was sent flying over Amy’s shoulder, landing straight on the CD case she’d emerged from. There was an odd, and rather unpleasant, sucking sound and the Britney look-a-like vanished, leaving behind only the charred and bubbling remains of the case and CD.
Steve
*******
Bonnie wandered into the bedroom and looked around, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand as she tried to adjust to the silence surrounding her. Gabe was, for once, out of town without her doing some training for a new account his business had won and the flat seemed very empty without him. Still, she thought, there were perks to the situation, in this case being able to finally try the recipe she’d found on the web for something called Klatchian Coffee. Certainly if Gabe had been around he’d have objected to making something thick enough to run a fifty fifty chance of wrecking the machine, though she had to admit as she looked at the liquid lurking in her mug, he might have had a point. Maybe a mix of ten spoons Hot Lava Java, a couple of spoons of Espresso, five ground Pro-Plus and enough water to make two cups wasn’t the best idea in the world. Oh well, she’d made it, might as well drink it.
She sat down in front of the computer and fired up one of two documents Gabe had left for her to read through and critique. As usual she found herself lost in the tale, both as an editor and as a very interested spectator. After all, Gabe did have a tendency to write his own fantasies into these things and they’d brought more than one of them to life before now. So engrossed was she that it took a good fifteen minutes before she remembered the coffee that had now cooled to a barely-drinkable level. Without thinking she took a big gulp of the liquid and swallowed before the full effect hit home.
For an instant she’d have sworn she could see through time, certainly she didn’t remember the walls being on the ceiling. The massive caffeine rush hit her system like a sledgehammer, and for the first few seconds she’d thought her heartbeat hit quadruple figures. Her hand jerked up and the cup flew out of her grip, dumping the rest of the coffee onto Gabes’ mascot, a ten-inch high stuffed Cthulhu plush toy sitting just to the side of his computer. Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut, wondering what she was going to have to do in order to come down from the massive buzz currently shooting through her, when all of a sudden it simply vanished. The energy seemed to flow out of her and she was left exhausted, sitting limply in the chair as sweat poured down her face. Gasping she struggled upright, turned and with a last effort managed to half dive and half fall onto the duvet, lying face up on top of it as her eyes drifted shut, totally unable to resist her body’s demand to just shut down. As she drifted off she heard an odd sound on the very edge of consciousness, something that sounded for all the world like someone trying to get at the very last bits of a milkshake through a very thin straw.
For several minutes nothing happened save Bonnies’ breathing settling into a more relaxed pattern as her body started to cope with the huge dose of caffeine it had just received. Then a strange green light started to spread through the room, brightening slightly as it seemed to concentrate on the stuffed Cthulhu still sitting on the desk. A sigh passed through the room, the light vanished and in the darkness Cthulhu rose to his feet.
Slowly the plush Great Old One started to shuffle his way forward, webbed feet slapping against the wooden desk like wet velvet. Reaching the edge of the desk he paused for a moment, stretching his green wings wide before dropping to the carpeted floor below. After only a single bounce the thing moved forward once more, grasping and pulling his way first to the bed, then up the side of the duvet. Finally he stood alongside the sleeping woman’s right foot, gazing in all his ten-inch glory at the tasty offering that lay before him. Yet something was different, his normally raging hunger was absent and his natural reaction to eat her head was muted. Instead he found himself consumed by a new craving, the desire to torment his new found prey.
The green glow formed once more, reaching down now for Bonnies’ sleeping form, spreading around her limbs like an otherworldly blanket. She felt it fall over her and sighed, enjoying the warmth as it flowed down her body. As it pulled tight over her it moved her limbs out until she was spread-eagled on the bed, then with a ripple her jogging bottoms and t-shirt disappeared, leaving her naked under the glow. Gradually her eyes opened and she saw the mystical energy surrounding her, and standing proudly between her feet what appeared to be an orange-eyed squid god crossed with a care bear. Her mind was swimming and while she knew intellectually she should feel terrified, somehow she just couldn’t bring herself to worry, content instead merely to watch and experience whatever was going to happen.
Cthulhu scrambled up his victims right leg, hands and feet fighting for purchase as he slipped and skidded on the green energy blanket holding her in place. Finally he came before her, his wings brushing against her breasts as he stared into her eyes and was surprised at the lack of fear, terror and madness he saw there. Even though he had no mouth to speak, Bonnie suddenly heard words bouncing through her head.
“Why do you not fear me mortal?” The voice was like James Earl Jones after his dog had been run over by a steamroller while being carried by his first-born son.
“Why would I fear such a cute little critter as you?” She asked in return, laughing at the sheer insanity of the situation.
“I am the High Priest of The Great Old Ones, who’s coming foretells the end of the world! When you woke me from my slumber it signalled the onset of worldwide madness and violence before the final displacing of humanity!”
“Nah, can’t be, you’re too small and cute and cuddly to bring Armageddon.”
Cthulhu paused, wondering where exactly things had deviated from the script. As he searched for a reply, Bonnie spoke again.
“Besides, if you’re Cthulhu, why are you talking to me instead of eating my head, that’s what you’re meant to do right?”
“Yes! I mean, yes that is your eventual fate.” Cthulhu replied, relieved to be back on familiar ground and sensing an opportunity to regain control of the conversation. “But you shall suffer greatly before the end, for you shall beg for my mercy and the blessed relief of oblivion!”
“Cthulhu, dude, I don’t know how to break this to you, but you’re a stuffed toy. Hundreds of thousands of geeks the world over consider you a good source of comedic material, little children cuddle mini-Cthulhu’s at night, there’s even a campaign to elect you president. A vision of terrifying apocalyptical doom you’re not.”
“We shall see mortal! See, even now the thing you have most recently feared springs forth from the darkness to claim you!” Cthulhu proclaimed, waving a plush hand into the shadows having plucked the last image of fear from her mind and brought it into being. There was a pattering in the darkness and a grey mass passed over the floor, up the bed, and ended standing on all four paws besides Cthulhu.
“Ricky!” Bonnie cried, a mix of joy and worry in her voice now.
“Ricky?” Cthulhu asked, turning to face the racoon glove puppet now shuffling anxiously alongside him. “Ricky?! What sort of name is that for an instrument of my wrath?”
Ricky, lacking Cthulhu’s great and terrible powers, simply shrugged, turning away slightly and giving the general impression of being ashamed of the unavoidably cute name.
“Alright, fine, Ricky it is. It’s not your fault, these humans have always been far too sentimental.” Cthulhu groused, stalking over Bonnies’ chest and sending little ticklish flashes through her as his feet sank through the green energy blanket and scuffed against her naked skin. “Besides, your name wasn’t why I called you forth, you know what you must do.”
Ricky nodded eagerly, turned and took a single step forward. Then he paused, put his nose down until it was practically touching the body he was standing on, thought for a moment, turned back and shook his head at Cthulhu.
“Oh for Hastur’s sake!” Cthulhu swore, his wings arching back in frustration. “Sleeping in R’lyeh was so much easier than this.” Ricky cowered back, his furry body shaking at his masters’ wrath. As he did so his tail dropped over Bonnies’ side and tucked itself into her armpit. As he shook so too did his tail and suddenly the ground on which he stood trembled under his paws, a high pitched musical ringing reaching his ears and suddenly his previous playtime with this particular friend came rushing back.
Cthulhu saw the dawning comprehension in his minions’ eyes. “Right, good, finally you’ve got it. If she does not fear me, if the very sight of my form does not drive her into insanity, then we will simply have to invent new ways of inducing madness. Now get on with it!”
Ricky jumped in excitement, turned and started to snuffle his way down her body, eager to explore below his friends’ waist this time, remembering the fun his previous journey had been. Suddenly, from a set of drawers facing the bed a brilliant blue light shone bright in the dark room and a drawer slammed open. The light shone brighter and what looked like the top of a long, thin box popped out. The light coalesced into a single beam and into the middle of that beam rose a long, curved black feather. It hung in the air; the light gathering around it until it was wreathed in blue flame, then turned, pointed at Ricky and darted forward.
Ricky watched, curious about the strange object moving towards him. It jabbed forward, striking him under the nose, worming its way under his belly and running up and down against his fur. Startled he jumped back, paws scrambling for purchase on her stomach, a fight that wasn’t helped any by the giggling his motions caused and the rapid movement of the body that accompanied them. Again the feather darted forward, sliding down his side and he rolled over to his left to get away, the laughter in the air getting louder as his fur pressed against the smooth flesh below him.
The feather hung in the air, seemingly watching him as if planning it’s next move. Then, without warning, it moved forward, flicking out as if to dart under his nose again, changing direction at the last second to slide down his back. He back-pedalled furiously, his paws slipping and sliding as first his hind then his front paws slid into and out of her belly button. The laughter changed to a high-pitched howl with each touch, before settling down to a loud, urgent giggle. Ricky stood still, his eyes tracking the feather as it darted back and forth before him, feinting and retreating every time he tried to make a move toward it.
Annoyed now, Ricky took a step backwards and pulled himself up onto his hind paws. A moan of pure joy reached his ears and he couldn’t help but glance back to see his tail resting flat between her legs. In that moment of distraction the feather darted forward, intending to strike at Ricky’s’ now vulnerable belly. Just in time he dragged his attention back to his opponent and batted it away with his front paws. The feather circled, coming in again and once more he batted it away. The blue aura around the feather rippled as if angry and it circled above him, staying high enough to avoid the fury paws as he twisted and turned to keep it in view. All the while every movement of Rickys’ furry little body was accompanied by an almost primal sound from beneath him as Bonnie lay trapped between the need to laugh and the pleasure tearing through her body.
Suddenly the feather stopped dead, hanging in the air about a metre above her belly button, then lunged forward, aiming for the very tip of Ricky’s head. With a mighty effort Ricky jumped into the air, twisting as he went. For Bonnie time seemed to slow, the feather moving at barely a tenth its previous speed as Ricky seemed to move normally, turning in mid air, his tail following behind with a grace of movement she’d never thought possible. At the very top of his jump Ricky was upside down, his nose pointed at her hips as his mouth closed around the feather. Instantly the feather tried to jerk up and away but Ricky held on to land with a soft thump across her hips, his nose between her thighs as the feather started to jerk and twist in its bid for freedom, its edges raking along her skin and core, setting her on fire. Bonnie felt her mind start to slip away from her, even through the fuzzy cloud that seemed to wrap around her thoughts she realised she was in danger of loosing her sanity if this kept up, the sensations were simply overwhelming and she simply didn’t know whether to cry enough or beg for more.
Her attention was caught by a tremendous clatter from the rack of CD’s under the computer desk. One of the cases shuddered with tremendous force and there was a splintering sound as the wooden rack disintegrated. The CD that had shuddered landed on the ground and was instantly surrounded by the same blue glow that covered the feather. The case seemed to buckle, stretching upwards like something out of a Terminator film, as a human form seemed to grow out of the plastic. Up and up it reached until it stood a little over five foot tall. There was a ripple of colour and with a shudder the thing started to move as Bonnie stared in shock at the white-clothed form of Britney Spears.
Britney reached down and, in one quick motion plucked Ricky from the tormented girls’ skin. Bonnie felt a shudder pass through her at the loss, though that was quickly replaced by relief as her body finally started to calm down. Britney quickly pulled the feather from Rickys’ grasp and threw the helpless creature into the darkness. There was a muffled thud from the general direction she’d tossed him and a distant pattering of feet echoing into eternity. Smiling, Britney walked round to Bonnies’ side, leant down and gently brushed her sweat-soaked hair back from the poor girl’s face, soft lips touching her forehead in a kiss that seemed to send renewed strength through her as Bonnie felt her spirits soar.
The reprieve was interrupted by a deep, booming chuckle that Bonnie would have sworn was impossible from such a short (and cute) creature.
“This… this is the best you can come up with as a saviour?” Cthulhu mocked from his perch on Bonnies’ chest. “Of all the creatures in creation you pick a talentless attention-seeker with a brain the size of a walnut? I think we can do a little better than that…”
A bolt of green light flew from the fin on Cthulhu’s back to strike one of the dozen’s of CD cases left lying after the destruction of the rack. Moving far faster than the initial shape had formed, a second figure rose into being. The same ripple of colour followed and there, dressed in black and with a smile on her face that had little to do with humour but that seemed to shoot through Bonnies’ system like lightning, was Amy Lee.
Britney snarled and dove forward, one hand still gripping the feather, the other aimed straight for the newcomers throat. Moving with almost ethereal grace Amy simply sidestepped the charging woman, deftly plucking the feather from her hand as she did so. Bringing the feather up she twisted it smoothly into her long dark hair, turned and met Britney’s next charge head on. One hand grabbed the outstretched wrist; the other came up to lock under her shoulder as Amy twisted to place her body in Britney’s path. With one swift move the blonde was sent flying over Amy’s shoulder, landing straight on the CD case she’d emerged from. There was an odd, and rather unpleasant, sucking sound and the Britney look-a-like vanished, leaving behind only the charred and bubbling remains of the case and CD.
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